Hiroshima Remembered.
Houses of wood and paper,
How beautiful.
How fleeting.
*
September 30th. 2018.
Not your voice,
Not your heartbeat,
Just your breathe upon my face.
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The patio rose
I sent you last summer,
Is it still blooming?
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Another autumn,
The sheets are cold,
Faded lipstick on my pillow.
*
I sat meditating.
When you sang in the kitchen
I laughed like a child.
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Phone Call.
You call me.
I pick up the receiver.
You are too shy to speak.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
September 30th. - November 4th. 2018.
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